Author's Note:
This version didn't change much from the last one, but I have thought of a title for this piece. Since I've been naming this story "55 word story", I'll leave it as that for the title, to keep everything flowing smoothly in my side panel, but I have a better title that I'll use as a header, so to speak. Note that this story is nothing related to anything I've encountered, but simply a plot that I made up on the spot.
Whips of the Devil
A child lies in the hospital, fresh bruises across his face and chest. Nurses constantly flow between this room and another, bringing in various pieces of equipment. Dread continues to fill the air, as the boy's condition turns fatal. Meanwhile, his parents sit in two cool, damp cells, as their tempers cool from previous rage.
17 years ago

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